Marked by the Sea (Monsters’ Mates #1)

Chapter 12

Amora

My unanswered question hung in the air between us. Sunlight filtered through Rowan’s hair, and flecks of gold I knew for a fact weren’t there before sparkled on his cheeks. I grabbed his hand and squeezed. It was then that I realized he hadn’t really answered my last few questions. He’d only responded with what he had to say. He hadn’t explained what he meant when he compared me to an earthquake, nor vocally admitted I was more. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. Green eyes took in where our hands connected. Taking a deep breath, he inched forward, and I leaned into him as his lips parted.

“In six days’ time, Riftan will become King of the South Seas, and playtime will be over,” a voice boomed. Both of us jolted, our spines straight as if we’d been caught with our hands in the cookie jar. Turning toward the sound, I saw flowing silver hair on a broad chiseled chest, a thick neck, followed by red glowing eyes. A god on a mass of tentacles made his way to where we sat.

“What happens to me then?” The kraken dragged his gaze from Rowan and focused on me.

“He’ll take his bride and dispose of you.” His words were blunt and clear-cut. They wouldn’t have use for me. I should feel relieved. There was a chance I would be returned. But I couldn’t kick the doubt churning in my belly.

“You said I was different.” Blue eyes locked with brown.

“I did,” Rowan said firmly.

Hexon looked between the both of us, his red eyes seeing more than just captive and captor.

“When did this happen?” A tentacle loomed above his shoulder as it pointed between me and Rowan. The sea faerie’s cheeks flushed.

“Why are you filling her mind with nonsense?” The kraken chuckled.

“Nothing about this is funny!” I snapped. Both men stared at me—Rowan in surprise and Hexon with a smile on his handsome face.

“The prey never finds death funny.” Hexon’s tentacles reached out to me. One gripped my shoulder, and another pushed my hair back.

“So I’m going to die.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.” Hexon’s word echoed in the cave.

Rowan had called me an earthquake. And now I knew time was ticking. Could I shake the ground beneath their feet? Could I raise up monstrous waves that would make these men want to spare me? I wanted to scream. I didn’t ask to be chosen, dragged, and chained for their pleasure. That’s what I should be focused on—mad about. Instead, there was only one thing playing on repeat.

Riftan was getting married.

“Are you sad because you’re on borrowed time? Or…” The kraken leaned forward, his lips on my ear. “Are you hurt because he’s not keeping you?” My teeth dug into my bottom lip as the kraken sat in one chair and pulled me down on his lap. I moved to get up, but tentacles held me down. Stupid octopus.

Stupid octopus.

“What have you been up to?” Hexon’s voice tapped on my shoulder, pulling me from my thoughts of the prince that caught me, only to kill me. Rowan gave me a pitying look.

“Oh, you know… loads of things,” I muttered sarcastically.

“Why does she smell like you?” The kraken asked. His voice was low and dangerous. He knew something, and by the way Rowan’s cheeks flushed, he had his confirmation.

“Are you jealous?” The blue-haired man teased.

“Yes.” Hexon’s answer was quick. Rowan stuck his tongue out at him. I shouldn’t, but I giggled. His slippery cock hardened and jerked beneath me.

“I like that sound,” he murmured in my ear. I tried to get up again, but it only made him laugh. “Even if you managed to break free, where would you go?”

And just like that, the good feeling was gone.

“You’re good at being an ass, you know?” I snapped. Rowan watched the two of us. His eyes flickered with a knowing look, as if he knew something I didn’t.

“By stating the obvious? You’re trying to run away when there’s nowhere for you to hide.”

I didn’t know what did it. Maybe it was the fact that I was trapped here, or the unhelpful kraken making me feel even more hopeless, or the new knowledge that I was going to die at the end of this, but I snapped. I bit the tentacle by my cheek, making the kraken grunt in pain. Stunning him for a second, I flipped around so that I straddled him, my hands wrapping around his neck. My fingers dug into the gills on his neck. Red eyes peered down at me as a shark-like grin spread across his face. I may have been on top, may have hurt him, but he was still very much in control, and it pissed me off. I pulled my arm back and brought my hand across his face. The satisfying slap reached my ears, but he didn’t even flinch.

“I think we both know why you’re so mad.” His taunt slithered beneath my skin and refused to leave me be. The more I struggled, the deeper it went. Leaning forward until my breasts brushed his, I had no choice but to crane my neck back to look up at his stupidly beautiful face.

“Enlighten me.” His red eyes dipped and locked on my mouth. I ran my tongue along my top teeth as I smiled. He may be an ass, but he liked me—whether he wanted to or not. My insides clenched as a tentacle slid between my spread pussy lips.

“Oh,” I gasped. He was playing dirty. The tip pushed through, followed by a thickness I craved. I shook my head, trying and failing to voice that he couldn’t.

“Let’s be honest with ourselves, tiny human. You like my tentacles. You like Riftan’s pulse. And… you like Rowan’s milk.”

I knew this already. What I didn’t like was him throwing it in my face. I wanted to tell him exactly where to go, but the tentacle inside me started twisting as it thrust into me, and a second slapped my clit, only to pull off and the suction cups tugged on the sensitive nub.

“Shit,” I hissed.

“Tell me I’m right,” Hexon murmured.

“Fuck. You.” My voice was breathy. I needed to be stuffed until he filled the hole eating away at my insides, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being right. The tentacle on my clit switched to flicking it, and my eyes rolled back.

“We’ll get to that, but first, I need you to admit it.”

“You c-can’t. Rif—”

“You’re forgetting that we share everything. You’re as much mine as you are his,” Hexon hissed. As slickness coated my inner thighs, his thrusts picked up. Rowan stepped forward.

“Make it enjoyable for all of us, Hex.” Rowan was a godsend.

“I always make it enjoyable. Can you not hear her sopping cunt? Did you like my cock yesterday?” Hexon murmured. Another tentacle tipped my chin up, and I looked into his eyes and nodded. He turned from me and eyed Rowan. “See?”

My blue-haired friend rolled his eyes and shook his head, but stepped toward us, his gaze on me. Stopping by my side, he reached out, his hand pausing by my face. The question in his eyes was so clear that I smiled.

“Yes,” I breathed. Cupping my face gently, he leaned forward, his lips pressing against mine like a reunion. Grinding my hips, I chased that feeling they’d given me yesterday. Parting my lips, our tongues danced, and Hexon’s tongue slid up my neck. His tentacles froze as he watched us kiss. I’d been close, but Rowan’s lips were sweet and gentle. His tongue darted into my mouth, claiming me for himself.

“Fuck,” the kraken groaned.

“You like her,” Rowan said knowingly.

“She’s a wet hole and our prize,” Hexon spat.

“You like her,” he repeated.

Silence.

“She’s sore,” Rowan said softly.

“She’s mine,” Hexon growled.

“She’s ours,” Rowan reminded gently. “And we don’t want to break her, do we?”

The kraken grumbled but didn’t do anything as Rowan’s focus returned to me. His fingers slid down my chest, between my breasts, and over the rolls on my belly.

“Do you want me to make you feel good?” he murmured. I nodded. He leaned down, taking a mouthful of my breast in his mouth. His tongue flicked my nipple. Then he picked me up, and tentacles helped support my weight before he placed me on the floor. My wetness coated his torso as he continued what he’d started. He released my breast and slowly kissed the other, licking, sucking, and nipping before he kissed my belly. I felt beautiful. They didn’t comment on my fat, just kissed and squeezed, as if it didn’t disgust them like it had disgusted me my whole life. He stopped and looked over his shoulder.

“Were you just going to watch, or were you going to join us?” Rowan taunted Hexon. I ran my fingers through his beautiful blue hair. He turned back to me, his eyes on my spread legs. My toes curled as his head dipped, his mouth cupping my pussy. Blue eyes stared up through beautifully curled lashes. It was insanely hot. My nails scraped along his scalp as his tongue licked up my lips and flicked my clit. He sucked on my little nub, and I gasped. Rowan jerked against me. He groaned, sending vibrations through me as Hexon started to fuck him. His eyes closed, his nipples erect as Hexon filled him. His body swayed back and forth as he whimpered.

“Rowan, please,” I begged breathlessly. His eyes opened, and then he sucked on my clit as his fingers darted into my pussy, matching the kraken’s rhythm as long fingers dug into his shoulder. I squeezed his head with my thighs, and his bobbed. It felt as if he needed my orgasm as much as I did.

“Oh,” I moaned as my pussy gushed. I was close. Arching my back, my eyes flickered to the god above us. Red eyes glowed as teeth dug into his lip. He watched Rowan’s head between my thighs and the way my breasts bounced with each thrust of his hips. This wasn’t normal, but I was tired of trying to make it make sense.

“Come for me,” Rowan rasped as he bit my clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cried.

“Shit,” Hexon hissed.

“She’s coming! Gods, she’s coming, and so am I,” Rowan whined. That was the last I heard from him as he shoved his face into my pussy, licking up my cum and rubbing it all over his face as the kraken wrecked his ass. Rowan’s hand found mine, and my heart warmed as his fingers intertwined with mine.

“Mine. The both of you,” Hexon growled as he rutted into Rowan. I ran my fingers through his hair, moving it off his forehead so I could see him.

“Yours. We’re yours,” I murmured as I looked up into the glowing eyes above us. Hell stared back and then disappeared as he came.